Desperate Times

Author: Stephen W. Cote

Be escorted from the shelter of your village

Through the blight of a storm

Where the fog hangs low

And you become lost

In an obfuscating snow

Blaze a trail through the cold mist

To the snowy peaks of wretched retreat

Where the climes are sheer

And the sunlight doesn't reach

And your foes disappear

In this solitude celebrate the cowardice

Of your weak soul

Shallowly sublime

But don't even think

About your desperate times